I wish i could listen to my own advice, Take a deep breathe. have a smoke. It's just a job, He's just a boy, Words are words. But i
retreat to my room
every time and cry until my tear ducts are dry. I thought this week was going to kill me, But i keep waking up and i keep breathing. The sun
get's up after me and is asleep by the time i get home. We never hang out anymore, ..The sun and i. My body is turning on me, My mind is disagreeing with fact and if
im not at work i just want to be alone. I am made of sand you are made of ash. Get it?
Im not saying i would have done it this way, But
im growing to like it and
im growing to love the idea of leaving sooner then the summer.
Im soooo scared, SO SO SO scared. But i don't have much here (minus my friends who are actually family so i can move where i want and the love will still be
Strong) I hate being in a city where everywhere i go i see someone that i can't fucking stand to look at. Anyway --
Im not angry this week,
Im really happy and content and i just get it. I FUCKING GET IT.
Anyway, I went to see new moon finally, And i will fully admit how much i love twilight, Even though bella is a weak character, and way better in the books -- Im so excited for Eclipse. I want to read all the books again. And i like taylor Swift, and I sleep again so i like that, And i like my reaall friends. And i like that it;s not summer anymore, because the heat seriously fucks with my head. I love my job, I love that im leaving for real, I love that you don't live where im going and never will. Uhh... Ya. I hag out with Craig and Simone everyday, And that's the way i like it.
ANNNNDDD Now im listening to Usher, I don't see a problem here.
